Storyline
Crowded-room small talk: tryin' ta fit the storyline, kow-towin' the rusty sign, dead air from inside of you.
Track three on Heart in Hand (2008).
All alone in a crowded place / small talk is all we sing, performance without contact. The hook is ritual: tryin’ ta fit the storyline, kow-towin’ the rusty sign, scripted romance, worn signage, take this five times and repeat. Verse two reframes intimacy as surface (the skin was where it ends). Bridge: dead air from the side from inside of you: tried to get through anyway.
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Words and music by Luke Walton.
Lyrics
All alone in a crowded place, Small talk is all we sing. With a smile just draped across your face, A smile's all you bring. Tryin' ta fit the storyline, Kow-towin' the rusty sign. Turnin' my back on empty streets, Take this five times and repeat. Who'd'a known from the look in your eye, The skin was where it ends? Shoulda seen from the sky, And not rounded the bend. Tryin' ta fit the storyline, Kow-towin' the rusty sign. Turnin' my back on empty streets, Take this five times and repeat. Dead air from the side from inside of you, -oo. But I tried, yes I tried, just to get thru, to you. Tryin' ta fit the storyline, Kow-towin' the rusty sign. Turnin' my back on empty streets, Take this five times and repeat. Tryin' ta fit the storyline, Kow-towin' the rusty sign. Turnin' my back on empty streets, Take this five times and repeat.